Oxygen for your Eulogy

He kept the knowledge that her alpha was also her brother, so it was unlikely she was enslaved in the pack she came from. She wasn’t taught any skills but, ”... to please the masters..” which he couldn’t deny he liked the sound of. Despite the tenderness of his touch she jumped, Oxide tilted his head curiously. The girl did her best to relax as she seemed to come to terms with what he had asked for wordlessly. Her lack of enthusiasm was not lost on the young Nightingale boy, but he could fully agree to these terms.

”I’m not so detestable, am I?” He tried to put compassion into his words as he lifted his silver paw to tip up her chin so he might glance into her eyes. ”What’s your name?” He asked her softly as he let his paw return to the ground beneath him, hoping she might keep his gaze. ”If you do not agree to these terms we can renegotiate…” He could tell she felt uncomfortable, and Ox was willing to give her another out. However disappointed he might feel if she ultimately denied him. ”But you’re very pretty,” despite the scars and being a little scrawny for his taste. ”And I promise you’d have fun.” He actually couldn’t promise the latter, he had yet to deflower his first maiden. However, Nysa and Deimos had been anything but secretive when it came to their conquests and the young Oxide knew more than one of his age should.